American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 71 Newbie
Baling admired Nancy's courage, but his eyes were more focused on Christine behind Nancy.

This child seems to have unusual abilities.

Baling's desire for a contract was already stirring.

"I'm just a kind person passing by. Isn't it strange that Freddy knows me? Doesn't he know you too, Nancy?" Baling replied.

"We are different. We can only escape, but you can hurt Freddy." Nancy said seriously.

As someone who had fought against Freddy, Nancy deeply understood how terrifying Freddy was.

That demon with a burned face is immortal and cannot be completely destroyed. As long as you are still alive, sooner or later, in your dreams, he will find you and brutally kill you.

But Baling was able to beat up Freddy and knead him like dough, which shows that Baling is as terrifying as Freddy.

"When you suddenly said that to me before, did it mean that you knew he would come to me?" The more Nancy thought about it, the more she felt that there was an invisible big hand pushing all this, and the black-haired man in front of her was obviously not an ordinary person, or even... not a human.

Beneath the hypocritical human skin, there may be a body more evil than Freddy.

Nancy made this guess based on the previous battle strength comparison.

"I know far more than you think. If you want to live, we can talk tomorrow. Now, there is not enough time."

After Baling uttered these words, his figure gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

Nancy didn't have time to stop herself. The space around her shattered like a mirror. Her eyes lit up and she woke up in reality.

wake up.

Nancy was very upset. Before she could ask how to contact him, the call was disconnected.

Suddenly, her palm felt hot. Nancy opened her hand and took a closer look. She saw several letters arranged into a word, which was a place.

It was her office in the hospital.

The next day.

Inside the office.

Nancy and Christine shared their experiences in their dreams last night. The former told them of Freddy's real existence, and the latter admitted that she had the magical ability to pull people into their dreams.

That was an ability that Christine had awakened when she was a child, but she hadn't used it since her parents divorced. It wasn't until the danger last night that it was triggered again.

Christine: "If Freddy is real, then the mysterious man Baling who appeared last night is also real?"

Nancy nodded affirmatively and asked, "Indeed. Christine, what do you think of him? I remember you had close contact with him that day."

"Me?" Christine recalled what happened yesterday, and the pair of golden eyes seemed to appear before her eyes again.

"Those eyes, there's no mistaking them. They don't look like human eyes. They feel a bit like woven fabric."

Christine spoke honestly about her feelings.

"I see. No wonder you reacted so strongly that day."

"Yes, at that time I thought I was still dreaming."

"So, he's most likely not human?" Nancy concluded.

“…” Christine was silent.

Nancy didn't know what she was feeling, but it was very complicated.

Freddy alone is enough to exhaust her, and now there is another master. What kind of variables will it bring?

Is it good or bad?
Nobody knows.

But, fortunately, Baling and Freddy seem to be at odds with each other.

Perhaps the silence made the air dull, so Christine took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"Nancy, do you think he'll come?"

"I think so. Since he left the address, he should come, just like the words he left when we parted yesterday."

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door. "Nancy, I'm coming." He came.

Baling just closed the door.

Christine immediately stood up and went to sit next to Nancy.

"Haha, am I that scary? Do you need to hide from me?" Baling shook his head slightly and sat opposite them.

Christine nodded awkwardly, but then quickly shook her head.

"It's so sad, uncle. I actually love making friends with kids like you."

Baling took off his high-end Armani sunglasses, revealing his extraordinary eyes.

But just this one sentence made Nancy's alarm bells ring.

Her mother once told her that the evil Freddy was a pervert who liked to torture children.

Baling's words immediately reminded her of bad memories.

Nancy took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Baling, can I call you that?"

"Of course, if you don't mind, Uncle Baling is also fine."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Baling looked past Nancy and smiled at Christine. Christine mumbled, "Mr. Baling."

Seeing Christine so reserved, Baling did not force her. After all, there was a long time to go, and they were the ones who should be most nervous.

Freddy's killing efficiency is just as good as Jason's, except that the former prefers to play with his prey, while the latter prefers to kill with one blow.

"Excuse me, but are Mr. Baling and Freddy the same kind?" Nancy asked the question in her mind.

"You're asking if I'm human, right?" Baling knew her wariness and didn't hide it. He said directly, "Based on human definitions, we can probably all be classified as demons. It's just that we have different abilities, and we each have our own strengths."

"Each has his own strengths?"

"He's good at killing people in dreams. And I'm good at destroying bodies in reality."

Nancy didn't know how to respond. After a moment of silence, she continued, "Mr. Baling, you are so blunt."

"I'm always honest. If you have any questions, just tell me. I'll answer them based on my mood."

Baling doesn't like to be a riddle teller, he prefers to be simple and rough.

"Are you and Freddy in an antagonistic relationship? Your relationship doesn't seem good."

"I'm a good guy, and he's a bad guy. Good and evil can't coexist, understand? Otherwise, I wouldn't have saved you last time."

Baling spoke calmly, his golden eyes radiating a strong sense of justice.

Nancy couldn't tell whether it was a hypocritical disguise or a sincere expression, but she hoped it was the latter.

Because she can't escape it forever, and her body can't bear it if she takes too many drugs.

"Can you help us? We don't have enough strength to fight Freddy." Nancy decided to make a sincere request.

Baling did not agree immediately, but looked at Nancy deeply and said:
"This is not an easy task. It is both difficult and easy."

"In reality, Freddy is nothing more than a roadside wreck to me. Nancy, I remember you once beat him up in real life, right?"

Baling said something very calmly that shocked Nancy.

How could he know? Was he there at the time?

Nancy was puzzled.

"I said, I know a lot." Baling smiled mysteriously without explaining.

He continued, "But in the dream, his strength cannot be underestimated. Especially in this field, compared to him, I am just a rookie."

(End of this chapter)